Category: Poetry
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“But finding the meadows here/ In the place where you give/ The flowers at times/ So small and seemingly imperceptible”
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“He reasoned to himself, mused muttering/ As he reconsidered reckless hate towards himself…”
“Ουδείς έρωτα φεύξεται, μέχρι αν κάλλος η καί οφθαλμοί βλέπωσιν.”
“No one will escape love, as long as there is beauty and eyes to see.”
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